(Sabrina’s POV)
We wake Jake at seven-thirty, keeping our voices light and cheerful.
But the second we walk into his room, his eyes find mine and narrow with suspicion.
"Something's wrong," he announces. Not a question. A statement.
"Nothing's wrong, baby. We're just going to do a special livestream today at your school—"
"Why?" He sits up, clutching his dinosaur. "Did something bad happen?"
I exchange glances with Sophia. We agreed not to tell him about Jessica's posts. Didn't want to upset him before the livestream.
But Jake's too smart for his own good.
"Mom." His voice is firmer now. "Tell me what happened. I’m a big boy now, remember?"
I sigh, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Some people said mean things about you online. About your art. They said I was making it for you inst
